The Golden Master

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The Golden Master

The roof caved in. It was not a crash. It was a sigh. A long, wooden exhalation of stress released after centuries. Dust plumed upward like white ghosts. Silas sat in his chair. He did not flinch. He looked at the hole in the ceiling. Sky. Blue. Infinite. He was the Keeper of the Archive. The building was old. Stone. Cold. It stood in the valley. The war had ended three days ago. Or so they...

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